Scape

Where I find myself from time to time.

Birds on the roof of my Mother's houseNo stones to chase them awayBirds on the roof of my Mother's houseWill be on my own roof somedayFly at the window, they fly at the doorWhere does she get the strength to fight them anymore?Counts all her children as a shield against the painLifts her eyes to the sky, like a flower to the rain...-Lazarus HeartGordon Sumner (Sting)